Pop Shots - Bedroom Antics

Welcome to your weekly dose of pop world musings. Covering all things pop culture, this week Pop Shots is hitting you with thoughts on everything from Andrew WK’s new role in your love life, to Taylor Swift defending what goes on in hers, to a far too up and close and personal look at how Chad Kroeger and Avril Lavigne spend their time between the sheets, and since it’s Pop Shots you know everything is seasoned with a little bit of attitude.

* Because when you think of “sexy time” your mind automatically wanders to Andrew WK, Playtex has named the rocker the (sometimes bloody) face of their new Fresh & Sexy intimate wipes. There’s a really easy “ass wipe” joke to be made here, but making fun of this campaign is like playing tennis without a net.

* Justin Bieber was booed when he appeared on stage for his show in London last Tuesday. The boos were because he hit the stage two hours late, and the fans that were still there by the time he started his performance at 10:20pm were none to happy with the long wait. The Biebs cited “some technical issues” as the cause for the two hour delay, which is quite the hilarious excuse for an artist whose most recent album was entirely acoustic.

* In a fight no one saw coming, Taylor Swift is taking on Tina Fey and Amy Poehler in a two on one battle of wits. The two comedians recently mocked Swift’s love life at the Golden Globes, and Swift shot back at them in an interview in Vanity Fair. Call me cynical, but I think this is just Tina Fey’s way of attempting to get immortalized in a song. I hope Taylor Swift calls it “You’re Incredibly Overrated, & Really Not All That Funny.”


* The Boy Scouts’ National Jamboree is going to be a little less jamboree-ish with the news that both Train and Carly Rae Jepsen have pulled out of the event, citing the Scouts’ ban on gay members as their reason for deciding not to perform. The National Jamboree happens just once every four years, and this year’s event is expected to have 45,000 scouts in attendance. Does anyone else see the humor in an organization with a ban on gay members setting up a show that would have potentially had 45,000 boys singing along to Carly Rae Jepsen?

* In more Carly Rae Jepsen news (there’s more Carly Rae Jepsen news? How the heck did that happen?), mash-up artist pomDeter set the internet on fire this past week when he put the vocals from Nine Inch Nails’ “Head Like A Hole” over the beat of Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe.” The result was pure perfection, and the hilarious realization that one of the more subversive bands in recent history still used basic pop song structure.


* Bruno Mars is in the top spot on this week’s Billboard albums chart, but it’s not exactly on the level. 64,000 of the 95,000 copies of Unorthodox Jukebox sold during the previous week were digital downloads during Amazon’s one day sale of the album that priced it at $1.99. The good news is Mars is no longer locked out of Heaven. The bad news is getting in cost him most of his royalties.

* The FBI kept a file on Whitney Houston (we probably can’t blame Bobby Brown for that, but we can try!), and when they released it last week the contents included letters from obsessed fans, and an alleged extortion attempt. I wonder if the FBI is keeping a file on me that contains letters from obsessed fans. If they are, I’d love to see those letters!

* The Juno Awards are Canada’s version of the Grammys, but CTV’s latest promo for the show doesn’t exactly illustrate the depth of the country’s great music scene. The commercial brings us into the bedroom of Chad Kroeger, of Nickelback fame, and Avril Lavigne. As the real life couple hangs out in bed, exactly as far apart as I like to imagine they always are, Michael Bublé pops up in-between them to talk about the Juno Awards and try to eat Avril’s popcorn. It’s the threesome you never wanted, but now can’t get out of your head! Really, that’s the commercial. Don’t believe me? Here it is.


And with that, my time is up for the week, but I'll be back next week with more shots on all things pop.